It was like destiny. I found myself all alone. the chopper guys were just a bunch of doctors and lawyers. The sport bike community was just a bunch of possers that bought sport bikes so girls would talk to them. The outlaw crowd felt like home when we were in the bar but as soon as I stepped outside they started saying stuff about rice burners but there voices faded as I grabbed 2ed gear. In distress I went home and ripped off the plastics off my bike and rattle canned it flat black it was ugly and so was I. I hit the road vowing to always ride alone with complete disregard for the law, giving the middle finger to all who stood in my path. Then one day over a beer I heard there was others like me. That I was not alone. After searching for what feels like eternity I found my brotherhood here.

Had seen loads of pictures of streetfighters over the last few years and recently linked one bike from FOH to it's build thread on here. The green/black one. Took more of a look around and it convinced me to finally take the plunge!